I have never seen any of the fair inhabitants of these convents; but when the nuns of Buenos Ayres have formed the subject of conversation, I have eagerly listened, expecting to hear something of disappointed love, or confidence betrayed. Alas it was in vain: the ladies of St. Juan and Catalina are nuns from the dull routine of religion, with one exception only, if my information is true; and advantage was not taken to quiz my avidity for nunnery news. The tale runs, that St. Juan's convent does contain, a victim of "despised love." Her lover, an officer, of course--for what men in trade ever think of love?--joined the army in Peru, and married another. At the age of seventeen, the fair, betrayed girl fearlessly took the veil, chiding her weeping mother for her cruelty, nay, sinfulness, at shewing such affliction for what constituted her daughter's only happiness. An account of the ceremony was given me;--but who shall take the field in description, after the glowing details we have read in romances? and especially at second-hand. The majority of the nuns in these two convents are aged, having received very few additions, lately, of the youthful class. Has man, false man, become more constant, no longer striving to break the heart of the doting fair one or, are the ladies less sensitive, preferring, at all hazards, this bustling world to the cloister's gloom, exclaiming with Sheridan's _Clara_, "Adieu, thou dreary pile, where never dies "The sullen echo of repentant sighs!"